First Taste of Cum Part 105    
          by Bill Beaumonte (  

This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.  

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Author’s note:
This series presents a number of independent stories of about youthful first blowjobs. Some of these are inspired by my readers. I hope you enjoy this series.

Swim Team

    I'm Brandon, a junior high student. I'm not very good at most sports, but I love to swim. At 11 years old I decided to join the swim team. It was summer time and there was no school. Practice was from 7-9am every day.

The coach, Mr. Bradley, was 6'4" and 200 pounds. He had a great build. He also only wore a tight Speedo that showed off his impressive bulge. I normally had no interest in that sort of thing, but found that I couldn't help but stare at it. I noticed some of the older girls staring at it too. At first I thought I was simply admiring his manliness, but I found myself getting aroused thinking about his cock.

The cold water kept me from getting aroused when I was in the water – it was out of the water that I first noticed it. At first I was a bit alarmed by this arousal, but over time I found myself strongly desiring Mr. Bradley's cock. I had only seen the outline of his cock through his Speedos. I'd heard about gay guys, but I really wasn't interested in guys – just Mr. Bradley's cock.

Since I was new he had me stay after practice for a few minutes to talk to me and give me some encouragement. By the time we got to the locker room most everyone was dressed and leaving. The coach removed off his Speedo and took a shower. Now out of the water, my cock was beginning to harden, and I didn't want anyone to see. I planned to just grab my towel, put on a t-shirt and ride my bike home. Seeing him naked with his large cock hanging down somehow immobilized me, and I just stood there watching, which gave me an instant hardon. Fortunately my towel covered me, but I could feel my cock straining to get out. As soon as I could regain control I quickly left because I didn't want him seeing me with a hardon.

On Saturday after my first week of practice Mr. Bradley talked to me again for about 15 minutes. He said I needed extra work to get ready for my first meet. He had a pool at his house and he would train me there for a several hours. We went into the locker room. He undressed and started walking to the showers. He turned around completely naked with his big cock swaying and said to get into the showers too. I went in with my swimsuit on and my little cock was rock hard. I thought about reaching out and touching his huge cock, but was afraid he would throw me off the team if I did.

I simply couldn't help but get hard myself. I hoped that he wouldn't see it but I was sure he would see my little bulge. It looked like his cock was getting a hard too as he soaped it up. After a few minutes he turned the water off and went back to the locker room. He seemed to spend a lot of time drying off his cock. He got dressed and we went to his car. He loaded my bike into his car and we went to his house.

When we got to Mr. Bradley's house he had me follow him around. He went to his bathroom and put his Speedo on the shower curtain rod to dry out. We went into his bedroom and he pulled another Speedo from a drawer. This one was white. He pulled off his clothes in front of me and pulled up on his tight Speedo. It looked like his cock wasn't going to squeeze into it. He spent quite a bit of time adjusting it and finally got it to fit. The Speedo was stretched so much that it looked almost transparent. I was wondering what it would look like all wet – maybe completely see-through.

We went to the backyard. I took my shirt off and jumped into the pool. The coach wanted me to work on my kicking first. He had me grab the edge of the pool and start kicking. He said my butt was too low in the water. He placed his hands on my stomach to lift me a bit in the water. As I continued to kick one of his hands slid down. It was now on against my little cock as it became instantly hard again. The water was warm, so my cock responded to his touch and I found myself liking it.

He left his hand there and squeezed my cock and balls. He slid his hand under my suit and pulled it down. I couldn't take him touching me and after less than a minute I came.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's alright," he replied, "Just take off your swim trunks."

I removed my trunks and tossed them the ground.

"I've noticed you watching me," he continued, "I know what you want."

I immediately felt embarrassed, and was surprised when he grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardening cock. I was relieved to see that he clearly wasn't upset with me. I tried to wrap my fingers around his cock but it was so big in my little hand. Once again he grabbed my hand and slid it under his Speedo. It was the first time I had ever touched another person's cock, and I was really drawn to it. It felt so good like I was meant to hold it.

"Take my suit off," he directed.

I struggled getting it over his almost completely hard cock. I continued to stroke his cock as we got out of the water. We sat on a chaise lounge with me on top of him. His huge cock was pressing against my leg. He kissed me as he stroked my cock which was soon hard once more. I wanted his cock more than anything, but wasn't sure what I should do.

"Just enjoy yourself," he said, so I slid down and kissed the tip of his cock. It felt so good. I licked the precum off and kissed it over and over. I remembered seeing pictures of women sucking cocks, so I decided to try it. I finally took the head into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it. He was moaning telling me how good it felt. I didn't really know what to do, but he was so aroused it didn't really matter. His cock head was all I could get in my mouth, but I loved the way it felt.

Soon he came and filled my mouth with his cum. I was surprised by the strong taste and unsure what to do now, but he reassured me by saying, "It's okay to swallow," which I did.

"Did I do it right?" I asked.

"You did just fine," said my coach, "And you'll get better with practice."

"I'm glad you're my coach," I said, "I want you to teach me to do it really well!"

"I'm glad to coach someone as eager as you," he said, "Lets practice your swimming each Saturday, and develop your oral skills afterward."

I continued to practice my swimming every Saturday morning, and my cocksucking afterward. Thanks to Mr. Bradley's guidance, and lots of practice I've won several swim competitions. I wondered if there are any cocksucking competitions – I'd definitely love to try it!

Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn, for inspiring this story and provided much of the content.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (